I am extremely sorry for the long wait! I had an excuse, but it's no longer valid. I was on vacation and had no access to this story. But that was three months ago... I can only hope that you will accept this chapter and my sincerest apologies.
Light's POV
"Hello, Light-kun," Ryuzaki said as he came over and sat down next to me. "I suppose I should not be surprised that you would sit here even after the rain. You are a creature of habit."
"Hello to you too. I'm only sitting here because it's not that wet, being under a tree and all. If it had rained harder, I'd most likely have stayed inside. I'm not incapable of change," I added accusingly.
He silently gazed at me, hinting at no evidence of talk.
Unable to cope with his unnerving and critical stare, I said the first thing I knew he'd answer, "So... what's on the menu today?" In hindsight, it's never a good idea to ask what he's eating, I scolded myself.
Childish innocence flooded his face as he answered. "Apple bunnies. And," he drawled out. "they are coated with sugar. You should try one, Light-kun. They're delicious." His voice was that of a dealer trying to push his product. In a way, I guess he was.
"I've had them before," I said neutrally, trying to worm my way out of the situation he was putting me in.
"Then have one now." He held one out for me.
"Uh... no thanks. I'm sure Watari means for you to get sustenance somehow. That doesn't work if you give your lunch to me." They might be good, but I won't be caught in a dealing as feminine as this. I make and eat my own lunch and you should do the same.
"You wouldn't even eat it to please me?"
"Especially not to please you," I confirmed. Shouldn't that be obvious?
"But they're really good, Light-kun," he urged.
"I'll bet they are."
"Then what's stopping you," he inquired.
I feel like I'm being interrogated. "I'm not going to accept an apple bunny from another guy."
"I don't see the problem. Girls give them to each other all the time."
"It's different for guys." Stop pushing your crap on me!
"Then pretend that I'm a girl."
Did he really just say that? "No! That's just disturbing, Ryuzaki. I would rather not." I suppressed a shudder. The only feminine trait he possessed was his sweet tooth.
"So Light-kun is afraid of seeming gay? Honestly, Light-kun, you should have more pride in what you are. There is nothing to be ashamed of," he explained, holding the treat closer to my face.
I leaned away from him. "I'm not gay, Ryuzaki," I said firmly.
"Then take the bunny."
"No!" Why is he insisting that I take the stupid apple bunny? Is he trying to prove something? Give me a hard time? Or is he just being an ass?
"Light-kun, don't make me force you to eat it."
Ultimatums now? "Oh, please. What can you do to-" I was cut off. Cutting off is never a good sign. Never.
He pushed me over so that now I was back to the ground and beneath him. Great.
"I knew that physically harming you would not get you to eat it, but bringing harm to your social status might. So what were you saying about there being nothing that I can do, Light-kun," he taunted.
He does have something to prove! If only the fact that he is obviously heavier than me! Those sweets are having adverse effects on him! "Get off of me, Ryuzaki!" This can't really be happening!
He was squirming to stay on top of me just as much as I was to get him off. Then he held the apple bunny up to my face. "You know what you have to do to make me stop."
"No! I'm not going to eat it!" This can only get worse before it gets better. I was mentally begging, no, pleading for this to end. And I don't do that often. Either option would take my pride down a few notches. Not that I would admit it.
"Light-kun, if you don't eat it, I will grind on you right here," he said casually.
Every part of me froze. My face at that point, if it got any redder, would probably result in me having a stroke. My face was not meant to hold this much blood. There's no fucking way he's serious!
I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. I can't stand this. Any longer and my body is going to react to him. I cannot let that happen! Why can't he just stop squirming?
I didn't want to give in, but there was no way to win. It was a lose-lose situation. What I chose was the lesser of the two evils- a decision made out of desperation. "O-ok. I'll eat it."
He crammed it in my mouth without a moment's hesitation and I, having no other choice, chewed it. I could feel the sugar on my tongue; it was too sweet and almost made me gag. I gave him a death glare.
"There, was that so hard?" He got off of my body.
Don't. Say. Hard. Now that I was able to think properly, I was fuming. I couldn't recall ever being so pissed. There were things that he did to piss me off, but none did the job more so than this.
I sat up immediately and stormed out of there. It was fight vs. flight. If I could have fought him without being expelled, I would have beat him into the fiery depths of hell.
Not one word was exchanged between us for the rest of the school day.
After school, back at the headquarters, I stomped my way back into the bedroom; Ryuzaki followed close behind me. He closed and locked the door calmly. I on the other hand, whipped my backpack at the wall.
I'd been thinking about what I would say to him all day. Each minute he was in my thoughts, I was seething, fuming. In other words, Mt. Yagami was about to erupt. Rocks would go flying, lava would shoot through my skull- the whole nine yards. Well... hypothetically of course. Maybe...
"What was that about?" I yelled.
"What was what about?" he asked calmly.
"Earlier at lunch. You were on top of me! You said that you would grind on me if I didn't eat the stupid fucking apple bunny! Why would you do that? And in view for people to just walk by!"
"Well how about this, if you are like you say, and not gay, why was your face burning up? Someone who is confidently straight would not have found that a challenge on their sexuality."
"Great analysis, Sherlock, but I'm not gay!" Shit, stop blushing! You're only proving his point!
"That's not what I think."
"And you've made that quite clear," I hissed.
"If you're so set on proving that you're straight, show me that you're not gay. You get your chance as I got mine."
"Fine. I hope you're ready for disappointment."
There was a long pause.
"So," he asked expectantly.
"What?"
"Have you got anything that could be of any use to your case? Or have you come up short?"
"How on Earth can someone prove their not gay?" In truth, I couldn't think of anything. Once I thought of it, everything in my life was either considered gay or irrelevant at this point in time.
"Right. So what have you got? If nothing, I'd prefer to hurry this along."
"Don't rush me," I hissed. "Besides, you've got nowhere to be!"
"I could be out saving the world right now. But you just have to prove that you're not gay. I hope that those thousands of people that I didn't save know the reason for it."
"Shut up!"
He slowly closed the distance between us until his lips were to my ear. "Make me."
Ryuzaki's POV
He's standing there like an idiot. He's obviously homosexual. It would be easier for him to just admit it. He should at least spare himself some pride. "Have you got anything that could be of any use to your case? Or have you come up short?"
"How on Earth can someone prove their not gay?"
It is not false that it's hard to prove sexuality one way or the other, but I'm sure if he wanted to he could come up with something eventually. "Right, so what have you got? If nothing, I'd prefer to hurry this along."
"Don't rush me! Besides, you've got nowhere to be!"
Nowhere in particular. But I do enjoy your embarrassment. "I could be out saving the world right now. But you just have to prove that you're not gay. I hope that those thousands of people that I didn't save know the reason for it."
"Shut up!"
He's such a child some times. Letting his emotions get the better of him. I guess it's my turn to push then.
I took a few steps towards him and leaned in towards his ear. "Make me," I whispered.
He went ridged, his eyes widened, and he turned beet red.
I took advantage of his defenseless state and dragged my tongue along the shell of his ear. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed onto my wrists. I chuckled to myself. It was too easy. That wasn't any fun at all. My teeth began nibbling softly on his ear lobe. His grip tightened, but he didn't do anything to stop me. I was most definitely right. It was almost hard to keep myself from laughing at him.
But now that I had my proof, why couldn't I stop? That thought stopped my urge to laugh in its tracks. So... what did I really want? I knew I wanted proof. Proof of his homosexuality? Or mine? Both...? Maybe I knew all along... When I think about it, it seems clear enough. He's been the only one to ever reach my level. To match my intelligence when all others make me want to face-palm. His mind was what brought us together. Yes, because I think him to be Kira. That's why he's here. In the end, could we be together if he turned out to be Kira? Could he give up that title for me? What is 'god of the new world' worth to him?
Well whatever the answers to those questions were, I would have to find out another time. My thoughts were interrupted by a low whimper. I was making an effect on him. It brought me back to reality.
I pushed him back onto the couch. The look in his eyes was that of horror and shame.
"You would be an idiot to deny it now."
He didn't. He rose abruptly, stomped off into the bathroom, and slammed the door. And he stayed there. I, on the other hand, feeling satisfied, went to the kitchen to fix myself an ice cream sundae. Because victory must be celebrated with ice cream.
When I came back, he was still in the bathroom. That's where he remained for most of the night.
Light's POV
What the hell? Why the hell would he do something like... like that! I sat with my back to the bathtub, then curled up in a similar way to what I saw Ryuzaki do only hours earlier. I was nice to him today. Well I did my best to be. And then he does that. ...But I'm the one who didn't stop him. I didn't want him to stop. But did I have to give in so quickly? Like the previous situation, I couldn't stop it. The tears flooded out of my eyes.
Never would I have thought that my body could hold so much water. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, who knows how long I cried? Years and years of pent up tears all escaped me at once. My breaths were stuttering and I was shaking. "My l-l-life is s-s-s-so messed up." The mask I'd held for so long was finally giving way. I was faced with the bitter reality that nothing lasts forever.
My misery was momentarily subsided when I heard a knock on the door. "Light-kun-"
I shouted the first thing I could think of. "Fuck you!"
"...I'm sorry."
"Sure you are," but I'm sure I said it too low for him to hear.
Then silence.
Then darkness.
When I got back from eating, he was still in the bathroom. He's been in there quite a while. He hasn't even eaten yet.
I approached the door and knocked. "Light-kun-"
"Fuck you!"
For a moment I didn't know what to think. Then for the first time I can remember, guilt pained through my chest. This is my fault. No matter how I look at it, or what I was thinking at the time, my actions were hardly justified. I should...
"...I'm sorry."
He may have muttered a reply, but it was too quiet to hear.
He still may need to be alone for a while. So I left him. I left him for an hour, two, three, three and a half, four. Eight thirty- seven, the clock now read. The door had not yet opened.
He hasn't eaten since lunch. Maybe not even that. Over twelve hours...I decided that he had to eat, angry or not. I knocked on the door. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. This time I let myself in.
He was asleep, hunched over the edge of the bathtub. His eyes were red and puffy. I've never known of him to cry. Guilt stabbed at my chest again.
I knelt down to him and tried to shake him awake. "Light-kun, you can't sleep here."
"...nnnn..."
I sighed. "Fine. Be that way." I draped one of his arms over my shoulders and began the tedious journey to the bed fifteen feet away. I received not a bit of help on his part; only an occasional groan of displeasure.
Once there, I laid him down and pulled the covers over him. It only made sense to do so. If more aware, he would have never let the previous action take place. I noticed an abrupt jerking motion of his right hand, as if to fight me off, but I was already backing aw from him. I walked to the other side of the bed and sat down next to his unconscious body.
I moved some hair from his face. I've never seen him so still... I rested the back of my hand against cheek.
He shifted slightly at my touch. " ...Hmmm...L..," he muttered. His cheeks turned a pale pink.
Innocent. This is how he should look all of the time. Instead of that sinister look he gets when his eyes are all squinty. Did he just… say my name? I poked him and he twitched. He's not awake... Hmm. Well whatever the reason, he has some explaining to do when he wakes up.
Again, I'm sorry for taking so long. But onto another note. I know how many of you read this. The less reviews I get, the more people I'm sending Keiton after! Reviews are greatly appreciated. And I'm more motivated to post a new chapter. Quicker next time.
I haven't been this happy with my writing in a long time. I really liked writing this chapter.